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Seungcheol’s thighs shake uncontrollably, fighting to remain spread open. Seokmin clicks his tongue as a warning.
“Do I need to get Jun and Hao to come tie you up, hyung?” Seokmin raises a brow.
“No, I’ll be still…sorry,” Cheol shakes his head.
Seokmin grins. They haven’t even gotten started yet. Earlier this afternoon, Seungcheol came into Seokmin’s room with a request. Of course, Seokmin was more than happy to indulge him. It was great timing, too, since Seokmin just purchased a new item for his collection.
“It’s gonna feel different than usual, okay? Don’t hesitate to let me know if it’s uncomfortable,” Seokmin says, still slowly stroking Cheol’s cock.
Seungcheol nods. Whenever one of them wants to take control, Cheol is always quick to settle down and obey. Although it’s a rare treat, Seokmin always loves to boss him around.
“Ready? I’m gonna start,” Seokmin warns, bringing the end of the sound to Cheol’s tip.
The access lube drips from the metal rod onto Seungcheol’s dick, and Seokmin spreads it around. He angles the metal sound and starts to push it inside.
“Umff-” Cheol gasps.
“All good?” Seokmin checks.
Seungcheol nods, so Seokmin continues. He allows the steel rod to slip inside, going down until the flare at the top stops it.
“How is it, hyung?” Seokmin asks, ghosting his fingertips over Cheol’s shaft.
“A little weird…feels open,” Seungcheol tries his best to explain.
Seokmin chuckles. Of course, it feels open. The metal rod is hollow like a straw. By definition, it’s open.
“Nothing bad?” Seokmin makes sure.
Seungcheol shakes his head. First, Seokmin tries twirling the sound. Cheol’s knees twitch around Seokmin’s waist. The toy isn’t very long or thick, but Seungcheol reacts all the same.
“Ah- fuck, do that again…please,” Seungcheol requests.
Seokmin grins, repeating the action. He wraps his fingers around Cheol’s shaft, stroking him around the sound. Seokmin inhales sharply when Seungcheol’s cock throbs against his palm.
“I can’t wait to see you cum with this in, hyung…I bet it’ll be amazing,” Seokmin groans.
Seungcheol whimpers when Seokmin tilts the sound towards himself. His abdomen seizes, muscles clenched.
“How does it feel?” Seokmin prompts, rubbing his thumb into Cheol’s frenulum.
“Crazy- It’s- I can feel the end, and- and I’m squeezing around it- fuck,” Seungcheol rambles, unable to describe the sensation.
Seokmin feels heat ripple through his body as Seungcheol arches off the bed with a loud moan. Seokmin presses on the side of the sound, massaging it into Seungcheol’s walls.
“Shit, holy shit, Seokmin- It’s insane,” Seungcheol rasps, eyes fluttering shut.
Seokmin admires his body, taken over by pleasure. Seungcheol’s muscular thighs flexing, his chest heaving, his pouty lips parted around sweet sounds. He’s a sight for sore eyes.
“You don’t have to wait, hyung,” Seokmin reminds him.
He’s probably just as eager as, if not more than, Seungcheol is to get the man to cum. Seokmin feels his dick twitch when Seungcheol starts moaning his name.
“Seokmin-ah, fuck, Seokmin, please-” He pants.
Seokmin continues to press on the rod while using his other hand to please Cheol from the outside. He must be so close, but he’s not there yet.
“Touch yourself, hyung. I know you want to, go ahead,” Seokmin encourages.
Seungcheol bites his lip, hesitating for a moment. Then, he reaches up to his chest. Cheol lets out a broken moan when his fingertips brush over his nipples. He starts toying with them in earnest, and Seokmin continues pushing him to the edge.
“Oh, shit- fuck, Seok- I’m gonna cum,” Seungcheol gasps.
Seokmin hums, nodding. He doesn’t stop, since he doesn’t have to. Seungcheol tips his head back onto the pillows, groaning. His hips buck up as his pleasure crests. Seokmin watches in awe as Cheol’s cock jumps, spilling cum over his tip.
“Fuck, please, oh, fuck-” Seungcheol strains.
Seokmin works him through it, slowly pumping his fist over Cheol’s shaft. Cum drips down the sides of Seungcheol’s cock, flowing out through the metal protruding from his hole. Seokmin, in a deep, sick part of his mind, has the urge to lean down and lick it all up. What would happen if he sucked on Cheol’s cock while the hollow sound was still inside?
The thought sends a pleasant shiver down Seokmin’s spine, accompanied by Cheol’s hand cupping his dick.
“Ah, hyung,” Seokmin yelps.
Seungcheol sits up a bit, kissing Seokmin messily. Seokmin has to push him back for a second, earning a whiny complaint from Cheol.
“Let me take it out first,” He smiles.
Cheol, reluctantly, sits back and allows Seokmin to pull the metal sound out. It slips free, dripping more cum. The moment the toy is placed to the side, Seokmin is shoved onto his back.
“We have to do that again, please,” Seungcheol groans, diving in to kiss Seokmin hard.
Seokmin hums into it, nodding. Seungcheol pulls Seokmin’s cock out of his boxers, jerking him off fast.
“Oh, fuck- yes, Cheol,” Seokmin moans, already on edge from making Seungcheol cum.
Cheol spits into his hand, easing the friction as he fists Seokmin’s cock. His eyes are dark and focused, but the gleam of pleasure hasn’t faded completely. He looks heavenly like this, sated but eagerly helping Seokmin get off.
“You’re so gorgeous, hyung, fuck- I’m getting close,” Seokmin grunts.
Seungcheol ducks down to lick over Seokmin’s tip. The single action pushes Seokmin right up to the edge. When Cheol does it twice more, Seokmin cums.
“Fuck, hyung-” He whines, spilling into Seungcheol’s mouth and over his face.
Seungcheol licks him clean, taking his time to ensure it’s all gone. Then, Seokmin draws him in for a kiss.
“I bet Jihoon would like that,” Seungcheol comments, flopping onto his back to breathe.
Seokmin snorts.
“You think so? Then, I might just have to bring it up to him,” He supposes.
“Invite me to watch when you do,” Cheol adds.
Seokmin laughs, peppering his hyung’s face with kisses. They shower together before heading downstairs for a snack. Upon entering the living room with their food, the two find a very disgruntled-looking Chan.
“What’s the matter, Dino-yah?” Seokmin asks.
Cheol narrows his eyes at the youngest, knowing how dramatic he can be.
“Hoshi-hyung and Jihoon-hyung were being too loud, so I came down here to watch something, but…now, I’m hard,” Chan explains, trailing off at the end.
Seokmin looks at Cheol, then back to Chan.
“We can’t have that, now can we?” Cheol remarks.
Then, the two of them jump Chan.
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Soonyoung catches Jihoon readjusting his position for the nth time. He glances down at Jihoon’s somewhat concealed boner. Hoshi almost feels bad, but not enough to stop. He opens the app on his phone, pressing on the screen and dragging it up.
“Hn-” Jihoon yelps, quickly covering it up with a cough.
Soonyoung snickers. Jihoon might as well just moan since nobody else is around. I mean, Chan is next door, but he’s probably on his phone.
“Is it boring? We can watch something else,” Soonyoung offers, reaching for the trackpad to change the show.
“No, it’s fine,” Jihoon shakes his head.
Soonyoung drags his finger across the phone screen, making Jihoon jolt. Jihoon has a faint blush forming over his skin, and he’s biting his bottom lip.
“Are you sure?” Soonyoung asks.
Jihoon glares at him but drops the expression after a second.
“I’m sure,” He maintains.
Soonyoung isn’t quite as patient as Jihoon, even if he’s the one who started this whole thing. So, he cranks up the settings on his phone. There’s a button labeled ‘thrust’ and Soonyoung can’t resist the temptation. He presses it.
“Fuck! Soonyoung, wha-” Jihoon gasps, bracing himself by gripping the sheets at his sides.
“This is fun,” Soonyoung grins, adjusting the speed on this new setting.
Jihoon’s thighs clamp together, and his eyes squeeze shut. He lets out a shaky moan. Soonyoung groans.
“Soonyoung, stop- stop-” Jihoon grits out.
It’s not a safeword, but Soonyoung stops. He wants to make sure nothing is wrong.
“What? What’s wrong?” He asks.
Jihoon takes a few deep breaths.
“I’m not like Channie, okay? I’d rather not ruin my clothes,” Jihoon explains, exasperated.
He has no idea how insane that makes Soonyoung feel.
“Oh? You were gonna cum in your boxers? That’s the issue?” Soonyoung confirms.
Jihoon nods, blush deepening.
“Feel free to take them off, Jihoon-ah. I don’t mind getting my sheets dirty,” Soonyoung supplies, shrugging.
Jihoon rolls his eyes. After another moment of debate, he lifts his hips and pulls down his sweatpants and boxers. Soonyoung’s mouth waters at the sight of Jihoon’s hard cock, red and leaking from all this torture.
“Since you seem so worried about making a mess, don’t,” Soonyoung chirps, tapping the screen again.
Jihoon hisses as the toy turns back on. His cock jumps, painfully hard.
“Fuck- just, come here,” Jihoon requests.
Soonyoung shuts his laptop, climbing over to Jihoon. He leans down to meet him for a kiss. Jihoon presses into it, slipping his tongue past Hoshi’s lips. Soonyoung reaches down, hoping to get a grip on Jihoon’s cock to add to the torture. His hand is slapped away, and Soonyoung doesn’t try it again.
“You should get yourself off, I kinda wanna watch,” Jihoon suggests.
Soonyoung tugs his bottom lips between his teeth before pulling back.
“Are you sure you’d be able to last?” He snarks, knowing full well that Jihoon can.
“You should worry about yourself,” Jihoon retorts.
Soonyoung can’t really defend himself there. So, he slides off the bed and strips down. Jihoon takes off his shirt. When Soonyoung returns to the bed, he accidentally places his hand down on his phone.
“Oh, fuck- fuck, oh my god-” Jihoon cries out, back bowing.
Soonyoung apologizes, reaching for his phone and scrambling to turn the level back down. He’s saying he’s sorry, but Soonyoung’s cock twitches and gives him away.
“You should get Mingyu one of these for Christmas,” Jihoon pants, somehow still thinking logically.
“Oh, yeah? You think he’d like it?” Soonyoung asks, just to keep the conversation going.
“Fuck, he’d- he’d love it. You’d have to be careful though,” Jihoon continues.
“And why is that?” Soonyoung wonders.
“Because it feels so fucking good, and he’s not the best at holding off,” Jihoon huffs.
Soonyoung groans. Jihoon is right, and now, Soonyoung is picturing it. With one hand, Hoshi turns up the toy, and with the other, he strokes his cock.
“Shit, that- that setting...fuck,” Jihoon groans, hips bucking slightly.
Soonyoung doesn’t have to worry about Jihoon cumming before they’re done. That’s never an issue for him. So, he indulges in their little scenario.
“He’d cum even faster if we were all around…sitting at the dinner table, pretending we can’t hear his little whines,” Soonyoung describes, feeling hot just imagining it.
“God, yes-” Jihoon moans.
Soonyoung kisses him again, humming into his mouth. Jihoon taps him on the arm.
“Shit, I need a second-” He warns.
Soonyoung reaches over, turning off the toy. Jihoon whines, breathing harshly.
“Fuck…I love this so much,” Jihoon sighs.
“I love that you love it, baby,” Soonyoung grins.
Jihoon leans up for another kiss, and Soonyoung meets him in the middle. They continue making out, and Hoshi reaches to the side and taps on the screen. Jihoon hums loudly into the kiss, breaking away with a gasp.
“How long do you want to go?” Soonyoung asks, stroking himself slower.
Jihoon pants, thinking about it.
“Like 30 more minutes,” He answers, looking devious.
Soonyoung clicks his tongue, considering it.
“Alright,” He concedes.
So, Soonyoung bring Jihoon to the edge as many times as possible in the next half hour. He tests out every setting on the app, drawing all kinds of strangled sounds from Jihoon. The plug is nothing if not versatile. Soonyoung refrains from touching himself, knowing he could easily get carried away.
It’s an interesting dynamic. Jihoon takes charge almost all the time, and Soonyoung happily follows that role. Even now, with Jihoon’s pleasure in his hands, Soonyoung has no desire to make demands. Like this, they’re almost on even ground.
“Fuck, oh, shit- Soonyoung, is it almost time?” Jihoon asks, looking wrecked.
His pale cheeks are rosy with a tint that carries down to Jihoon’s chest. His cock throbs, jumping and twitching as precum spills from his tip. His muscular chest heaves with every breath. Soonyoung almost pinches himself to make sure this isn’t a dream.
“Yeah, baby, last one,” Soonyoung nods.
Jihoon lets out an airy moan when Soonyoung releases his own cock in favor of Jihoon’s. Soonyoung respects Jihoon for being so good at this. His cock is burning hot, harder than ever in Hoshi’s hand. It’s slick with precum, and Soonyoung’s fist glides easily over the length.
“Soonyoung, oh, fuck- please,” Jihoon pants.
Jihoon’s cock pulses and Soonyoung removes his hand. He turns off the toy, relishing Jihoon’s sweet whimpers as his orgasm fades.
“Fuck, you look so hot like this. Gonna make you cum, baby,” Soonyoung purrs.
Jihoon nods, breathless. Soonyoung sets the toy to a comfortable level and goes back to stroking Jihoon’s cock. As expected, Jihoon is close in mere moments.
“Fuck, don’t stop- I’m gonna cum-” Jihoon gasps, body twitching against the pillows.
Soonyoung hums, increasing his speed.
“Go ahead, cum for me, wanna see it,” Soonyoung encourages.
Jihoon’s head drops back, jaw clenched, as cum shoots from his cock. Streak after streak of thick, white cum paint Jihoon’s stomach and chest. It’s almost unbelievable how much there is. Soonyoung taps on his phone, turning off the toy. Then, he reaches for his dick.
Soonyoung fists his cock furiously, huffing out soft moans. Jihoon’s hand wraps around his, squeezing tightly. He starts fucking into Jihoon’s hand around his, quickly reaching the edge.
“Fuck-” He swears, cumming over his hand and Jihoon’s.
They both collapse onto the bed, exhausted. Well, more so Jihoon, but Soonyoung is pretty tired, too. After a long few minutes of rest, they get up to wash off. After a quick shower, they get dressed and change the sheets.
“Water?” Soonyoung asks.
Jihoon nods, following Soonyoung downstairs. What they find in the living room is beyond indecent (but, that doesn’t mean they don’t stick around).
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